Deciding to go to war, Bu Zhanni ordered his soldiers to bring a ladder, took Lu Shi's hand and climbed up to the flat roof of the hall, commanded thousands of troops, launched an attack on Mizhi, and stood on the high roof

Rather, the entire battlefield could be seen at a glance.

As the battle drums continued to beat, the entire Allied camp began to move. Under the urging and cursing of their respective leaders, people from all walks of life continued to gather noisily under the city wall, in groups in the east and west, like

The trickling water slowly gathered into a huge torrent, and finally turned into a sea of ​​human heads in front of Mizhi City, which was a spectacular sight.

Although the names of the poles in different places are different and they come from different places, the equipment and attire of the brothers who belong to that pole are all the same. Some hold various weapons in their hands, but most of them are wooden sticks with sharpened tops.

Some were carrying ladders that had been hastily built a few days ago, while others were pushing crash carts that had been remodeled from roof beams. When they were gathered together, it was no longer possible to distinguish your men from your horses, my brother.

In front of this relatively strong pole, at the forefront directly facing Mizhi County, are dull and numb old, weak, women and children. They don't have any weapons at all, and they stand bare-handed in the cold wind.

Looking into the distance with a numb expression.

These women and children are all cannon fodder prepared to consume the enemy's offensive and defensive equipment, and they will all pave the way and trenches for the strong ones behind them. Behind the old and the weak are the main siege force. This kind of thing has become a common practice among the major copycat poles.

A fixed siege mode.

Every time we attack the city wall, the old, weak, women and children take the lead. First, it is to consume the enemy's defensive equipment. Second, it can reduce the number of idle people eating in the village. Third, it can also allow the young and strong minions to see their relatives attack.

After the death of the city, a kind of bloody spirit of revenge will be generated, which will enhance the combat effectiveness.

The women and children who went up this time were the ones who survived by chance the last time or more. The lucky ones who survived this time were just waiting for their next death.

People are not afraid of dying. Everything is in short supply in this world, even for refugees like this. As long as they have food, they can just take it.

The allied forces have been assembled here, and the city walls have been prepared for a long time. Seeing the thieves gathering, the soldiers in charge of leading the team also began to yell and organize the defense. Various offensive and defensive equipment were continuously carried to the city by civilians, wearing flaming red clothes.

The Qianhu soldiers at Haokan held big swords in their hands and ran back and forth behind these trembling guards, shouting and cursing, and from time to time they slashed the cold backs of their swords at those who were cowering. The entire brave soldiers guarding the city and countryside

Each one of them looked solemn and solemn, as if facing a powerful enemy.

After some chaos, the entire battlefield suddenly became silent. Everyone held their breath and stared at each other with their eyes, letting the sudden cold wind howl up and down the city, and others.

The flags of the enemy and ourselves, lifted up by the cold wind, fluttered in the mountains.

"Dong dong dong, dong dong dong dong." A shocking burst of dull drum sound, followed by dozens of large drums, like thunder rolling across the sky, shattering the rare silence before the war.

Suddenly I heard the high-pitched cry of a little girl in the sea of ​​people.

Yes, in the earth-shattering sound of the war drums, I could clearly hear a high-pitched cry, so sad and sharp, like a sharp steel knife, cutting through the lifeless sky, and then piercing deeply.

In everyone's heart, even though the drums resounded throughout the world, they could not suppress the sharp cry.

Following this cry, there was a cry, and then there was a howl that shook the sky and the earth. The sky and the earth were darkened, and the sun that had just risen hid in the only cloud as if it couldn't bear to watch its kind kill each other.

But crying can't solve all problems, and the sun can't be avoided forever. He still can't bear to show his red eyes again, watching helplessly the coming killing of his people.

No one really doesn't cherish their own life, and no one really cares about their own life and death. Ants are greedy for life, let alone these ordinary people?

But there is no choice. Since I joined the pole and became a member of the bandits, I was destined to be like this. In troubled times, people's lives are like nothing. They are the ones who deserve to die. After joining the pole and living so many extra years, I should be grateful to God for opening my eyes. After all,

Even if you die, your relatives can live on the pole for a while longer.

So I cried because of my tragic fate and the clear ending, but I started to move forward slowly to leave a chance for my loved ones.

Amid the roaring howls and the beatings and scoldings of the leaders, people slowly began to move. A bloody battle for survival inevitably began.

It doesn't matter who is right or wrong in such a bloody battle. The officials were dragged up to the city to defend the city, just for a bite of food. The refugees were led by the leaders to attack the city, still just for a bite of food. The same people of the Ming Dynasty, the same

Born and raised by parents, the same parents and fellow villagers in this world, if they have to distinguish right from wrong, they can only let fate decide the judgment.

On top of the city wall, Ding Ding Maotou stared with wide eyes, looking at the endless flow of people approaching silently, and felt that following the flow of people was a death-like aura, which oppressed him and could hardly breathe.

The sword, gun, bow and arrow in his hand couldn't help but tremble, and a nameless fear climbed up in his heart, biting his heart and lungs, squeezing everything around him.

No one screamed in the entire battlefield, only the horrifying monotonous footsteps of death, and the heart-rending wails slowly came over little by little.

Close, close.

From a closer look, I could see more clearly that they were old and weak women and children with unkempt hair and dirty clothes. The one walking in the front was almost catching up with his grandfather who died long ago. The younger one was only a few years old.

He was being held by his mother's hand, shivering in the cold wind, looking around with a pair of innocent and clear eyes, not knowing that he was about to die and say goodbye to this world that he had not fully seen yet.

Behind the enemy lines, waves of low and urgent war drums continued to sound. The sound of the drums shocked the soul, but there was no emotional change at all. It was dull and monotonous.

The signers just looked stupidly at the three generations of descendants coming from the city. Looking at them, they actually forgot the work they should do, and forgot that they and themselves were enemies.

Suddenly, there was a burning sting on Mao Tou's back, and the sergeant's yelling came into his ears: "You are a piece of shit who has been stabbed a thousand times, shoot the arrow quickly, hurry up, the thieves are in the shooting range."

No one had the heart to shoot arrows at the old people and children under the city. They all looked back at the soldiers supervising the battle behind them, with eyes full of prayer. Mao Tou said with tears in his eyes, "Brother Sergeant, there are all old people and children down here. We can't do anything."

ah."

The sentence was not finished, but it was replaced by a slap on the head and face: "Are you looking for death? You bastard? What about the old people and children? They are bandits, and they eat everything they go. If you don't

Shoot arrows to kill them, and they will attack the city, and your family will be destroyed by then. Shoot arrows quickly for your own sake."

Everyone fell silent for a moment. Thinking about the burning, killing and looting after the poles were poured into the city, everyone felt angry and chilled from the bottom of their hearts.

Suddenly, an unknown soldier on the city wall couldn't stand the heart-and-lung-gnawing death pressure. He shouted and aimlessly shot the arrows in his hand at the crowd who had not yet approached the moat.

Immediately, the shocking bowstrings shook with a roar, and all the people on the city wall shouted, screamed, pushed, and fired the bows and arrows in their hands in a chaotic manner, throwing the things at hand as hard as they could.

It was like throwing away the fear in their hearts. They didn't even have the courage to take a look. With the head sheep, everyone seemed to have no guilt, so layers of arrow clusters flew towards the city like wasps in the sky, flying towards the boundless city below.

A large array of old people, children, women and children.

Arrow clusters all over the sky fell from the sky like wasps, covering the entire sky in the direction of the city wall, and the sun's expression dimmed.

Clusters of arrows grew from small to large in the eyes of those old and weak, whistling and bearing the breath of death as they rushed towards their faces, like hungry poisonous snakes, swooping coldly into the crowd in front, drinking human blood wantonly.

An indistinguishable number of popping sounds followed, followed by a deafening howl and scream. The entire sea of ​​​​people suddenly collapsed, one after another, but the people behind were still rushing forward like ocean waves without hesitation.

Go, fill these caves, step on the bodies of your companions who fell on the ground, dead or injured, and continue your numb progress without stopping for a moment. These people were immediately hit by more arrows and were hit on the ground.

, was trampled and submerged again, and this bloody scene continued in the space opposite the city wall and trench.

Those women and children faced the tall city wall, the insurmountable barrier of death, and the impossible fate. It was not that they didn't want to turn around and run away. However, in front of them was an abyss, but behind them was also the hell of death. The murderous supervising team,

The ruthless broadsword that chopped down the escapees was waiting for them. It was their fate. If they went forward, they might rush to the blind corner of the city wall and escape, but if they turned around, it would be an absolute death. So in this

When the time comes, it is safe to push away the companions who are in the way and rush to the blind corner of the city to escape for a while.

You can only move forward and leave your destiny to the fate in the dark.

Faced with the rain of arrows that filled the sky, people did not and could not stop. They slowly rushed toward the moat and towards the tall city wall amidst the cry and the sound of fighting drums.

Ahead is the moat, and the ferocious wooden piles under the moat, with their pale new planed tips, are like the steel teeth of beasts, waiting to drink life and blood at any time.

The old man was lucky enough to escape a row of arrows and was pushed to the edge of the trench. She instinctively wanted to stand still, but the wall-like crowd behind her was simply not something her thin body could resist. Without any suspense, she screamed.

He was squeezed down the ditch and impaled on the thick wooden pillars. Not much blood flowed out of his body, because all the blood was drained by this fate, and there was no heart-rending scream, because no matter how miserable the scream was, it could not move him.

God, show me a trace of pity, just open your dry mouth, stare at the blinding eyes, look at the seeping blue sky, then let out a long breath, and lower your old head feebly as if you are relieved.
Chapter completed!